All right people! I made this story before, but the stuff was too short, so I'm going to put two chapters on each page. (Plus it was annoying me and it was probably annoying readers who read the other part of the story.) Anyways here is my updated version of this kay? . enjoy!
And be afraid… XD Be very afraid…
Maybe It's Meant To Be
Laughter entered the dark starry night. The gardens outside of Hyrule Castle spread across and only two entered it.
One of them was a girl. Her blonde hair flowed as her violet eyes looked upon a man. Her dress flowed in the warm breeze.
The man, simple brown hair and caring eyes, looked around and removed a paintbrush from behind his ear. He took out a drawing pad and a set of paints.
"This will be perfect Zelda," said the man. "Just stand by that tree."
Zelda made a nice pose near the tree that the man pointed out and covered her heart, looking dreamy towards the man.
"Winchel, don't make me look ugly," she said. Winchel chuckled.
"That's totally impossible! Even a simple child's scribbles of you would be beautiful."
She giggled. She smiled and reformed her pose. Winchel dipped his paintbrush in paints and started to paint a picture of Zelda.
"This night is perfect for you," Winchel smiled. "Now if only I could make that sparkle of your hair and eyes."
Zelda became impatient; getting excited to see his painting.
"You don't have to work that hard on making it all perfect," Zelda replied. "Even though I can't wait to see it!"
Winchel chuckled. "It wouldn't look like you if it weren't perfect. I'm almost done."
Zelda smiled at the comment. Winchel was such an artistic person. He knew all the poetry that ever came out. He was a wonderful artist. He taught Zelda how to play the harp, the ocarina, the violin, and many other instruments available in the castle.
Winchel always made Zelda happy, whether it was he just being there with her, or giving her wise advice, or just telling her to be confident in herself. He was the perfect prince for her, his mind always on the artistic ways of his life and hers, not the power he could have if he married her.
"Done," Winchel said, breaking Zelda out of her thoughts about Winchel. She rushed over excitedly like a dog getting a treat.
Zelda gazed at the beautiful picture. It was a perfect and realistic drawing of herself. The moon could be seen and she was standing by a tree, her almost alive eyes full of love and lust. Her hair and eyes sparkled like stars in the sky, and white doves were seen flying over her.
"Do I really look that fat?" Zelda said jokingly. Winchel laughed.
"Zelda I don't care if you wore a tight dress after you ate five pancakes this morning."
Zelda laughed at this. She did eat five pancakes because she never had dinner last night, and went out with Winchel instead.
Winchel came closer to Zelda and she went forward with a kiss. They shared this wonderful bond, feelings of love being pushed to the other.
After what seemed like an hour, Winchel and Zelda pushed back. Winchel smiled.
"I love you," Winchel said. Zelda almost cried with joy.
"I love you, too," Zelda replied sweetly. Winchel was about to lean forwards again, but a sudden grunt stopped him. He looked down and spat blood. Zelda watched in horror and confusion.
He looked up again with the most horrified eyes, full of total pain. Zelda became confused and froze in horror.
Winchel sank down to the ground as the sound of metal being pushed out from flesh entered the air. Blood flowed down his back.
As Winchel fell, he revealed the presence of a man dressed in black. He grinned a half toothless grin.
"Hullo Princess," he chuckled insanely. Zelda took a step back in terror.
Two others joined him showing themselves. Zelda figured what they wanted and dashed away, her high-heeled shoes being left behind.
They chased after her. Zelda rushed out of the gates, finding that the guards were suddenly dead. She knew she couldn't run into the castle, for the madmen blocked her.
Zelda rushed into the dark city, hoping that someone would help her.
"Help!" she screamed and repeated over and over again, in panic, knowing that the men were not too far behind her.
She reached a turn in the alleyway, only to find one of the men blocking her way as the other could be heard behind her.
Zelda turned to a corner to regret it. She was immediately met with three walls around her. She was trapped.
Two men blocked her way with sadistic smiles as one of them walked towards her. Zelda, horrified, stepped back to meet the wall that blocked her escape.
She knew the only way to stop this from happening was to fight back. She lifted her foot and tried to kick him, only to find his hands around her ankle.
He suddenly twisted it in an odd way, making a crack in her bone. Zelda screamed in pain and sank to the ground, unable to move any part of her body. Tears leaked down her face as the man kneeled down with a glint of evil in his eyes.
Zelda soon notice that he was ripping her dress, revealing only a bra and underwear to protect her. The useless dress was thrown away into a puddle of mud, unable to be used again.
This was it. Zelda wished she could just take the knife from his belt and kill herself, or protect herself from this man, yet she couldn't move. It was too painful to move, and she forced herself not to faint, for some reason.
But before the man could reach his face towards hers, he turned around to see someone fighting off his other men.
"What're you doing? He's just a kid!" he growled.
Zelda could smell the scent of blood once again. She weakly turned her head to see someone fighting off the men. A dagger with emeralds encrusted in glowed in his hand, as he stabbed the men in the heart, leaving it there in the last dead person who tried to rape her.
He walked up to Zelda, his eyes full of worry and pity. She kneeled down and examined her leg, not caring or surprised that she was half-naked.
Zelda couldn't get anymore thankful that whoever this man was, saved her and her dignity. She didn't know how she would repay him. He looked suddenly into her eyes. She almost became lost in those eyes of the ocean.
"I'm going to have to set the bone back in place," the man said. Zelda nodded weakly.
"This is going to hurt," he warned. Zelda bit her lip, ready for the pain to come. He gently grabbed her leg and made a pop with the bone. Zelda screamed. He was right. It did hurt. So much that she fainted right there…
Link looked at the girl before him and took out a bundle of bandages. He started to wrap it around the girl's leg and went into deep thought. If he had not come a minute longer, this girl would've lost her virginity, and maybe even her life.
But he frowned when she fainted from the pain. He wouldn't try to wake her up, but he didn't know where she lived either.
"I guess she's coming to my place," Link sighed. He went to pick her up, only to realize that she had hardly anything on. His cheeks flushed as he did not want anyone to see him walking around with a half-naked girl at night, even when no one was around.
He removed his belt and took off his tunic and dressed it on her, very uncomfortable of dressing someone else. He then picked her up in his arms and carried her to an inn not to far away.
He opened the door, making sure he wouldn't drop the girl and avoided the others around the bar. Knowing how perverted some men could be, especially drunk men around this inn's tavern, he sneaked upstairs to his room.
Once he opened the door, he looked at his bed, hoping that she would be comfortable. He frowned. It was either the bed or the floor. He laid the girl down underneath the sheets and gathered as many blankets to keep her warm.
Link sighed and took his cap off. He remembered that Saria, a good friend of his, made tea whenever someone was stressed or not relaxed. He looked into a small cabinet in his room and frowned. All he had was milk…
He decided maybe that might help. He lit the fireplace and poured milk into the kettle. He then started to heat up the milk, making sure that it did not burn.
Zelda saw black and nothing else. At first she thought she had died, but then again, she felt a type of heat over her like sheets of a bed.
Then, if this was a bed, all of that night was a dream… A terrible dream… She would be in the castle, and go to Winchel's room so he could calm her.
But her heart dropped like a stone in water as she opened her eyes. Instead of the castle, she was in a small room with a small bed. A fireplace could be seen not too far away from the bed. And a nightstand seemed to be the only piece of furniture in the room, besides the bed.
A man walked up to her. Zelda flinched, having the thought that this was the one who tried to rape her. But then again, she looked into his ocean crystal blue eyes and remembered the last time she saw them.
"Hey," said the man. "You're awake."
Zelda frowned. "Where am I?"
"An inn," he replied. "I would've taken you back to your home, but you didn't tell me where it was."
Zelda didn't want to tell this man anything. She wanted to go back home.
"I can go back home myself," Zelda said and removed the blankets to reveal her wearing a green tunic. She ignored this and went to stand up, but a large pain shot through her leg and she sat back down immediately.
"It's only been an hour," the man said. "I think your leg needs more time to heal."
He grabbed a mug and walked up to her. "Here," he handed it to her. "I would've made you tea but I don't have any."
Zelda hesitated to see warm milk in the mug. She looked up at the man.
"Thank you," she said. She took the mug from his hands and took a sip.
"My name's Link," he said.
"Zelda…"
Link almost tripped and fell on his face at the sound of that name. Zelda wanted to punch herself in the face.
"You mean the princess?" Link said hotly.
"Yes, I would hope you wouldn't make it such a big deal," Zelda replied more icily.
Link recoiled at the sound of her voice. "Sorry Princess Zelda."
"Its just Zelda. No need for formalities."
Link became extremely curious and suspicious. "Why were you out being chased by those men? You should've been in the castle."
Zelda sighed. "It's a long story."
Link nodded, sensing that it was much more than that. Zelda lowered her head recalling the events that happened. Winchel, the man she loved, was now gone. She couldn't believe that he was gone… Never to be seen again for the rest of her life… This saddened her, for he seemed to be the only one who made her happy.
It made her eyes water and she bit down the urge to cry. Link noticed this and sat on the bed.
"Hey," he said. "It's okay. Don't…"
But he was quickly interrupted as Zelda almost leaped on him and cried in his white undershirt. Hot tears could be felt on his chest as Zelda sobbed. Link hesitated, recovering over the mental shock, but then wrapped his arms around her.
After what seemed like a half an hour, Zelda broke free from her tears and wiped her red face.
"I'm sorry," she said embarrassed. "I didn't mean to break down like…"
"No! No!" Link interrupted. "I understand. It's okay…"
Zelda had the desire to smile at Link's natural kindness, even when she revealed that she was the princess of Hyrule. But she seemed to have no muscle in her jaw to do so. An empty depression filled within her as the realization of Winchel's death hit her like an anvil.
Link looked up out of the window and at the moon. "It's almost morning… Maybe you should get back. Everyone at the castle will be worried."
Zelda nodded, wiping the last drop of tears on her face. Link helped her out of bed and out of the inn. Zelda didn't try and question why Link tried to avoid everyone's gaze at the inn, but understood that she was a woman and a bar was included at the inn.
Zelda couldn't help but feel disgust at the place. She couldn't believe her father ignored this. Her father seemed to ignore everything these days. He only focused on bringing some type of world peace to Hyrule. It obviously didn't help at all, for he ignored his own capital to get nations to back him up.
Link and Zelda walked up to a powerful looking blood red mare. It's white mane rippled in the moonlight, much like Zelda's did, as Link noticed. Only Zelda's had more of a beautiful glowing shine to it.
Wait! Snap that out of your head!
He couldn't believe he was thinking about that. Zelda was the princess of Hyrule. She would never love a peasant traveler like him. He couldn't ever get acquainted with her. It was just a simple rescue mission, like the day he saved a girl named Malon from nearly being trampled by her own horses, which had been attacked by a raccoon looking for food.
He helped Zelda on the mare named Epona. That's where he received that majestic horse. Malon said that Epona was the fastest horse on the ranch, and she gave her to him as a gift of gratefulness and she hoped they could become good friends, nothing more.
Link pressed on Epona's flanks and they rode slowly and carefully towards the castle, due to Zelda's injured leg.
Since the madmen had killed the guards who posted the outside of the castle. Link had no trouble bringing Zelda to the bridge.
Zelda thanked Link simply and limped off, saying she could handle it from there. He offered his help to the inside of the castle, but she refused to have his help, since people would be suspicious if a commoner brought the princess in with a broken leg, and having to explain that her prince had been murdered.
Link saluted Zelda and rode off back towards the inn. Once he got there, he opened a pouch on Epona's saddle and took out a blue tunic and slipped it on over his white shirt. He then put his belt over the tunic and went back into his room in the inn.
He plopped on the bed, exhausted, but couldn't sleep since so many events happened that night. Events that he sensed would change his life forever. Good or bad, he did not know…